September 30, 2031, 11:30 AM.
As Don and Tap tried to drag Sherman Lomanâ€™s body across the wood deck, they heard the plinking of bullets puncturing the side of the trailer.
Don tugged the body toward the trailerâ€™s front screen door. â€œInside! Now!â€
Tap was closer to the door and heard a low growl inside. â€œDog!â€
He pulled out his gun and fired a tranquilizer dart through the screen. They awkwardly dragged Loman through the door and around the sleeping dog and onto a worn sofa.
Tap petted the pit bull and removed the dart. â€œMust weigh 200 kilos. Who said dogs donâ€™t resemble their owners?â€
Don looked around the living room and saw something he hadnâ€™t seen since his army days, Kevlar tarpaulin. The bulletproof tarp was hung on every exterior wall, with flaps for windows and doors, just like a command post trailer in Afghanistan. There were gun cases and ammo boxes everywhere. The kitchen cabinets were full of old MRE packages and fridge was full of beer. It was a redneckâ€™s dream.
The sound of bullets plinking against the trailer at steady intervals continued. Tap pulled one of his darts out of Loman. â€œWell, weâ€™re safe for the moment. Itâ€™s probably not my place to say this, but arenâ€™t there lots of guns in here for a private home?â€
Don turned from peeking out the window. â€œAmericans have lots of guns in their houses. Thatâ€™s why we havenâ€™t moved farther inland.â€ He squinted at Tap. â€œWhat is that on your suit?â€
A spent bullet was stuck in the left shoulder of his suit. Tap plucked it off like it was a piece of lint and looked toward the window. â€œDamn! Do they know how hard it is to mend a tailored Kevlar suit? Who do you think our sniper is?â€ He handed the bullet to Don.
Don held it to the light. It was a 22-caliber shell. â€œI think itâ€™s from the same gun that killed the lawyer in Shanghai. Someone used to killing up close. If that had been a real sniper youâ€™re head would be missing.â€ He put it in his pocket.
â€œItâ€™s her, sheâ€™s trying to kill us.â€
Don and Tap turned to find Loman awake on the sofa. Talking in a womanâ€™s voice.
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